❄️You Feel A Little Warm Love | Snowbaz

BAZ

(A/N first time writing these characters, so sorry if this sounds weird. Also like all of my writing it isn't beta read so apologies for any mistakes.)

I get out of bed stretching my legs out. I don't bother worrying about Simon; he's always down at breakfast by now. As I finally focus on my surroundings I hear someone's breathing, but it's all wrong, congested. Except I'm the only one in here, or I should be at least . . .

I turn to look at Simon, he's just where he should be, or not. He should be at breakfast scarfing down barbaric amounts of food, but he's not. For once I'm up earlier than him and I can't ignore the stab of worry it sends through me. Not to mention he's huddled in what has got to be every blanket not currently in use at Watford. His hair is matted (even more so than usual) (which is saying something) and sticks to his forehead with sweat. Despite the layers and layers of blankets he shivers. It's wrong to see him like this, I think about going over to shut the window but it's already shut, he always sleeps with the window open. Always. That isn't good.

I want to help him somehow but he wouldn't want that and he'd probably think I was crazy or trying to dispose of him while he's weak. He's such an idiot, why can't he just see that I'm so desperately in love with him, but I know it's better if he doesn't because if he ever found out that would be disastrous.

Now I'm staring, even like this he's beautiful. He probably has a fever. I should probably take him to the nurse. No I couldn't wake him, I should get the nurse to come here. He's always warm. I bet he feels like a radiator now, I can imagine his gorgeous blue eyes, bright and sparkling with the fever. I shake my head. Allister Crowley! I'm so fucking disturbed. (Ask anyone.)

I make myself leave our room and go down to breakfast but as I fill my plate I realise I'm reaching for everything Simon usually gets. I sigh and try to focus, I take some food for myself but I can't focus on eating. I keep thinking about Simon laying there all huddled up, he looked adorable, and sick. I have time before class so I could check on him and I may as well take him some food. That seems like a totally roommate appropriate platonic thing to do? Right?